We watched Hamas torture our little brothers rescue them from Gaza now

On Saturday we once again witnessed the joyous yet painful return of hostages in Gaza to their families in Israel.We knew our brothers, held by Hamas since Oct.7, would not be released as part of the current phase of the deal, but we shared those six families’ elation alongside our own anguish.So imagine our horror later that day as a new Hamas propaganda video appeared on our phones.In it, we saw our baby brothers, Guy and Evyatar, seated in a van, cruelly told by their captors that they were about to be freed as well.It was the first time in months they had seen sunlight.They were then forced to witness their fellow hostages being released — only to have the door slammed shut in their faces.
Another brutal reminder of the inhumanity they endure every single day.It was also the first time we, their loving families, had seen them since they appeared in horrific footage from Oct.7 — the first sign of life from our brothers in over 500 days.Ever since then, our brothers, Guy Gilboa Dalal and Evyatar David, have been held captive by Hamas.
Over 500 days of stolen time, of unimaginable suffering, of separation from the lives they were meant to live.They are our baby brothers, and we refuse to let the world look away.This video, sickening as it is, also carried a truth that fuels our fight: They are alive.Guy is alive.
Evyatar is alive.But they are running out of time.The images of their frail bodies, their exhausted gaze, their clear desperation, tell us what we already know — this cannot continue.Guy and Evyatar are more than hostages.
They are people with dreams, with talents, with families who love them beyond words.Our brothers have been best friends since they were 18 months old.Music has been the heartbeat of their friendship since childhood.Evyatar is a talented guitarist whose warm voice fills any room.
His sensitivity gives him a remarkable ability to see and understand others.Every Friday night, melodies from his guitar and our piano would intert...